Biografia:
The Weeks are an indie rock band originally from Jackson, Mississippi.
The band was formed by Cain Barnes, Chaz Lindsay, Cyle Barnes, Damien Bone, and Samuel Williams in March of 2006 when they were between 14 and 16 years old. The band signed to the Esperanza Plantation label, with the debut album, Comeback Cadillac, released in July 2008. The album blended southern rock and alternative.
A second album, Rumspringa, followed in 2009. After some lineup changes that left them with a four piece of the Barnes twins
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intro: C F# x4
F# C F#
I’m a slave to the south there’s a curse on this house
F# C F#
I’ve been dying to leave but I just can’t get out
F# C F#
I’ve always been drawn to one wooden shack
F# C F#
And a man with the weight of the world on his back
F# C F#
I’ve got dust on my boots, I’ve got tears in my eyes
F# C F#
And ill work in these fields for the rest of my life
F# C F#
Like my father before me who worked every day
F# C F#
And I’ll be damned if I let someone take that from me
Am
Well a life full of riches means nothing to me
C
With a full of joy there that no one can see
Bm
And a poor hungry heart that still wants to be free
D
And somebody there who’s still waiting for me
F#
And I know of a place that gets slow when it rains
Em D F#
With a sky that’s as blue as the blood in my veins
Em D F#
And a burnt cigarette sits on some window pane
Em D F#
With the loud laughs and thunder in a slow southern state
Break: Am C D Am C
F# C F#
I’ve been raising my hands, I’ve been praying for rain
F# C F#
And I screamed at them skies but the drops never came
F# C F#
Well with sun on my face and with god on my side
F# C F#
Who will I blame if those crops, they don’t rise
F# C F#
Well I always hoped life wouldn’t end up like this
F# C F#
With a well that’s gone dry and a cross in my fist
F# C F#
Well if my hair has gone gray and its rains still ain’t came
F# C F#
Well then well wade in that river, let it take us away
Am
Well a life full of riches means nothing to me
C
With a full of joy there that no one can see
Bm
And a poor hungry heart that still wants to be free
D
And somebody there who’s still waiting for me
F#
And I know of a place that gets slow when it rains
Em D F#
With a sky that’s as blue as the blood in my veins
Em D F#
And a burnt cigarette sits on some window pane
Em D F#
With the loud laughs and thunder in a slow southern state
F# C F#
I’m a slave to the south there’s a curse on this house
F# C F#
I’ve been dying to leave but I just can’t get out
F# C F#
I’ve always been drawn to one wooden shack
F# C F#
And a man with the weight of the world on his back
F# C F#
I’ve got dust on my boots, I’ve got tears in my eyes
F# C F#
And ill work in these fields for the rest of my life
F# C F#
Like my father before me who worked every day
F# C F#
And I’ll be damned if I let someone take that from me
Am
Well a life full of riches means nothing to me
C
With a full of joy there that no one can see
Bm
And a poor hungry heart that still wants to be free
D
And somebody there who’s still waiting for me
F#
And I know of a place that gets slow when it rains
Em D F#
With a sky that’s as blue as the blood in my veins
Em D F#
And a burnt cigarette sits on some window pane
Em D F#
With the loud laughs and thunder in a slow southern state
Break: Am C D Am C
F# C F#
I’ve been raising my hands, I’ve been praying for rain
F# C F#
And I screamed at them skies but the drops never came
F# C F#
Well with sun on my face and with god on my side
F# C F#
Who will I blame if those crops, they don’t rise
F# C F#
Well I always hoped life wouldn’t end up like this
F# C F#
With a well that’s gone dry and a cross in my fist
F# C F#
Well if my hair has gone gray and its rains still ain’t came
F# C F#
Well then well wade in that river, let it take us away
Am
Well a life full of riches means nothing to me
C
With a full of joy there that no one can see
Bm
And a poor hungry heart that still wants to be free
D
And somebody there who’s still waiting for me
F#
And I know of a place that gets slow when it rains
Em D F#
With a sky that’s as blue as the blood in my veins
Em D F#
And a burnt cigarette sits on some window pane
Em D F#
With the loud laughs and thunder in a slow southern state
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